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Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Welcomed Here if You Play By My Rules

murder phone sex fantasiesIf you have murder phone sex fantasies you are in the right place. Well, you are in the right place if you want an accomplice. However, I will kill or castrate you if you attempt to make me your victim or your girlfriend. I am a sadistic woman. Not the typical woman you encounter on phone sex lines. I have zero interest in giving you the GFE experience. Nor do I have any interest in men attempting to tame or break me.

Yet no matter how clear I am that I am in charge and that I am not a GFE provider, men either try to snuff me or make me their girlfriend. So, either that want killed or castrated but are too weak to ask for it.  Or they are just plain stupid. But either way, I eat guys like that for breakfast and shit them out the next day. And this world seems full of self-entitled men who think they know what I need and want.

Men Need to Know Their Place with Me or Lose Their Cock and Balls

I need my space. And I want castration phone sex trophies. I can make America great again for women. How? Castration ensures two things that can truly improve America. One, castration ensures that a tool cannot procreate and make itty bitty tools. And it ensures that they will never try whatever bullshit they tried with me on another woman.

Perhaps, I am a bit of a collector and hunter too.  In my dungeon, I have a wall dedicated to jars of balls and dicks. And all impeccably labeled with the loser’s name, last known address and date of castration. Inside the jar, you will find the loser’s balls and perhaps cock too. Some men pissed me off so much, I took all their junk. However, cock and ball torture sex is a guarantee with me if you call me to be your accomplice and try to make me your victim or lover instead. Don’t say I did not warn you.

Knife Play Phone Sex Rids the World of Losers

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex because I can. As a dominant Goth babe, I always carry a knife or two or four with me. You never know when you may need to defend yourself, or someone else. And if you are me, you never know when you may need to kill or castrate some annoying loser.  This town seems full of them. Perhaps, the world is just overflowing with dumb fucks. And I do my best to kill all the dumb fucks I encounter.

I almost killed a dumb fuck last night. He came into a Goth bar and started telling us we would all burn in hell because we have Satan in our hearts. This dumb ass thinks Goth babes denounce God because we sport tats and piercings and dress in black. Narrow minded loser. I renounce everything. Including some dick cheese telling me I am going to hell. So, I acted like I needed saving so he would take me somewhere to preach the gospel of some old dead white guy to me.

I am Always Armed with Knives to Torture Dumb Fucks

Blasphemy sex can be hot, but I did not fuck him. I don’t fuck losers. However, I did cut his tongue out with one of my knives to shut him the fuck up. This loser appeared to be one of those Westboro Baptist church followers who thinks most of us are going to hell. I decided to send him to hell first. Once I cut out his tongue and fed it to a coyote, I cut off his balls too. Don’t want him procreating and raising little assholes.

Although I should have sliced him up in little pieces, I let him live. Only because he cannot spew his ignorance anymore nor can he produce any more evil spawn. He can be an example to his brethren of what happens when you spew your shit to the wrong bitch. Can I just tell you how much I wanted to kill this loser? He may still end up in one of my snuff porn videos. But for now, he will be a dickless mute wonder.

Some Accomplice Phone Sex Jobs I Want More Than Others

accomplice phone sexHe needed an accomplice phone sex partner. And I practically begged for the gig. Sometimes, on the dark web, you can bid on jobs. Not the highest bidder sort of thing. But a competition to see who the best accomplice might be for the job. Since I appeared to be the only female wanting the job, I used my sexy body to get chosen.

If you get my help with a murder job and get to fuck me, that’s like a double win. But I wanted the job so badly because I knew the target. My client wanted help killing a man I recognized as a friend of my father’s. The man used me as his ass rape porn star when I was just a little girl. I begged him to help me escape the hell hole I grew up in, but he just took advantage of me like my daddy did. Although it is never smart to mix business with pleasure, I needed this gig. I wanted closure.

I did not care why my client wanted to kill this man. Likely he screwed him over in business. But I did some research. He sexually assaulted his daughter, but the police never pursued charges because she admitted to being drunk when it happened. I would get revenge for her. And for me too. He had no clue who I was. I changed my appearance quite a bit since he last saw me. When I met him at a sleazy dive bar, he took him home. Not to my home, but to my client’s summer home in the woods.

Men Fall for My Charms Often Making Them Easy Prey

I drugged him with just a little oxy dust on my boobs. We tied him up and woke him up. Although I never told him who I was, I wanted to tell him. My client needed revenge. He needed justice for his daughter. Cock and ball torture sex seemed fitting. So, I carved up his cock. Took his balls too. But I made him feel everything. I suggested I peg his ass raw too. He needed to know what it feels like to get fucked against your will.

The little bitch cried. Cried! Of course, I did cut his cock off and shoved it down his throat. After hours of torture, we killed him. Let him bleed out on the bed. We fed his body in bits to the alligators. If any of his remains are found, it will look like a drunk man got too close to the edge of the swamp and fell in or a gator just snatch him. However, I doubt any of his remains will be found. Those gators looked hungry. Double revenge and I got paid. Best day ever.

Torture Sex Made James My Sex Slave for Life

torture sexI use torture sex to control my slaves. However, James did not know that. He thought we met at a bar and had a connection. But I don’t form love connections. Men are my cunt slaves. They serve me. Not the other way around. Although James appeared eager to please, I think he wanted a more reciprocal relationship. Maybe even a boring vanilla one. But I had other plans for him.

I let him follow me home. But only I knew he would never leave. I made him a strong cocktail and slipped into something sexier. He checked out my Gothic home. Although, he would need to wait to see my dungeon. My sex slaves need to work for me when ever I want. However, James seemed to not understand my terminology. I did not say boyfriend. I said slave. Slaves do not have any freedom. As he worshiped my cunt, he talked about work and family. And I laughed. He will never leave my castle. Never.

But James needed more convincing. So, I took him down to my dungeon. That is where I break my slaves. And I use any means necessary. If he would not conform to my desires, I’d make him a snuff porn star instead of a sex slave. James thought this was some sort of game. But I do not play games. Instead, I break men and shape them into loyal sex slaves and cunt worshipers. I strung him upside down as my first order of business. As I spun him around, he got a head rush.

Some Slaves Need Torture Before They Dedicate Their Lives to Me

I stood on a stool and ordered my slave to eat my pussy and ass. Even strung upside down, he still thought this was a game and he would go to work in the morning. I broke out the heavy artillery. Whips, chains, restraints, a strapon and a cattle prod. For hours, I beat him. Shocked him too. 

His body looked like I dragged him along a gravel road tied to the back of my truck. But he still did not understand the assignment. So, I put a castration band around his nuts. I castrate all my sex slaves. Their sexual pleasure does not matter. They exist to service me. And that is the only thing they will do under my control.

But I use the castration band to help reduce the testosterone in my slaves. Makes them less squirrely and more manageable.  Although James did not understand my use of the castration band, he soon realized his fate as a eunuch slave. As his balls turned blue and eventually black from the lack of circulation, he knew castration phone sex would be inevitable.

Some sex slaves submit immediately to me and dedicate their lives too me. Others require lots of pain first. Eventually James gave in. Realized he would spend the rest of his life living in a dog cage and only coming out when I need my cunt or ass serviced. I did not need to cut off his balls, but he left me no choice. Some great cunt slaves are born. However, others, like James, I must make.

Torture sex: Join the society of abject depraved sex slaves!

Torture sexYou are going to fall into a disastrous non-consensual love affair, with me. Nobody will ever believe that a petite Hot teen slut like myself was able to overpower you. Cum join the society of abject depraved sex slaves used as nothing more than a tool for my pleasure. Brutal Torture sex and guidance are what you’ll endure as you self-inflict your wounds. Complete Cock control is what I am going to have over you. After you have been advised to claw stroke your cock while I twitter dirty details into your perverted ears you will be given one chance to cum.

If you dare whimper, you will suffer severe consequences!

I have lured you into my realm, which is a living hell. I am going to seduce and ruin your life… You should have thought with the head on your shoulders rather than the one that throbs between your thighs. Now, look who has lost all control. You belong to me now, who would have thought that a phone call to wank would have led you down a dark alley of Castration phone sex… I am sure you didn’t think you’d be ending a call where your balls are left black and blue and within days you would no longer have a pair… But, that is the fate of a pig like you who is always out seeking pleasure.

You just met your match, I am a Homewrecker…

You just made the ultimate sacrifice, there is no saying how far I will go or what mood I will be in. Play at your own risk! If you ever disobey or even think to deceive me I will hit you where it hurts, most. Your wifey may be murdered and dismembered and tortured beyond her wildest dreams. Redeem yourself for the catastrophe that comes with playing with the grim reaper, I am a Goth teen phone sex slut with no limits to what pain and suffering a pervert like yourself will endure.

 

Castration phone sex is where I got to make a new cunt hole

When I party really hard, I go on Castration phone sex. That’s because I find pathetic dick men worthless and in need of a new cunt. That way you can be made into the bitch you deserve to be. Your little pathetic cock is not good enough to even fuck, let alone touch. So, when you thought you had a chance, I laughed and slipped you a mickey. After it started hitting your body, I escorted you to a cab and to my place. Once inside I undress him and tie him up.

Castration phone sex

I even stuffed his panties in his mouth and taped it shut. Then I started to stroke his dick, “wake up bitch”. I say as I jerk you off. You wake up feeling confused, but horny. “You think your pathetic little dicky is going to make me happy?” I ask. “Even after getting you hard it is small” I laugh and say as I tie rubber bands to the base of your little pee pee. “This worthless cock will soon be a pussyhole to use” I say as I start to stretch it out as much as I could.

Which wasn’t much more length, “your pussy hole will soon be ready to fuck” I say as I set my camera up. “Before I give you a new cunt, I’ll fuck your man pussy first” I say teasing your man pussy with my biggest dildo. Before you knew it, I was already slamming it in your cunt. “Look at your pathetic bloody hole, it opens up like a bitch getting bred” I say humiliating you.

But your clitty waters as you get fucked. Then I pulled your ball sack out and swiftly cut your whole sack off. Then I did the same to your pathetic dick. As the blood dripped and your body shook, I started to finger fuck your new hole. “It’s a bit loose but perfect for fisting and double penetration” I tease as the blood loss starts making you weak. Since I filmed it all, I had some great Ass rape porn to watch later while I figure out what to do with your worthless body.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Other Women Never Me

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Not for me, I mean. Because if you did, I would castrate you, maybe even cut your dick off too, if you did. No one forces me to do anything. When it comes to rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. I helped Darren shove his mediocre dick inside a girl who scorned his advances. Tiny dick men appear to have the most fragile egos.

Of course, he paid me. I never help a man out of the goodness of my cold little heart. However, sometimes I feel bad for the girl. She just protects her own self interests when she turns a loser down. I do my due diligence and research both my client and his victim. Way out of my client’s league. Like a different stratosphere. Cannot blame her for saying no. And you got to applaud his gumption for even asking her out.

You Never Try to Force Me to Fuck You. If You Do You Lose Your Dick.

I brought Cate to my cabin in the woods, also known as my snuff sex shack. My cabin in the woods has seen more violence than all the Evil Dead cabins combined. If you know, you know. Darren did not hire me for snuff though. If he did, I would have charged him triple his price. But after he fucked her, he wanted to fuck me. Like he thought we were buds now and that meant I would want his mediocre dick. Not only did I find his assumption appalling, I found it hysterical too.

So, I sliced his cock. At first, I just took the tip. I love to bring men to their knees. And any slice or dice of a man’s worthless cock does just that. One of the reasons is I am always packing silver. He did not heed my warning, so I took the entire tiny package. And I untied Cate. Let her fuck his ass as payback. Sure, he got a free castration phone sex ticket he did not plan on, but he knew the rules. Although I could have killed him, I let him live. At least long enough for Cate to kill him. Turns out I like that bitch a lot more than I did Darren.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because Knives Require Skill and They Can Torture

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. Knives require skill. Anyone can kill some one with a bullet, but when you use a knife, you show prowess not luck. Hunters use knives. Sure, they use rifles too, but I prefer the old-style hunting. Hands, mind and a deadly knife equal a better win.

Knives possess diversity too because you can use a knife to kill or torture. A gun just kills. A hundred little strategically placed knife wounds prolongs suffering. However, a hundred bullet wounds, I consider a waste of bullets because the person would be dead after a few anyway. So, when I hunt prey, I only arm myself with a knife. It is all I need. And I went hunting yesterday.

Sometimes, when I have no clients who need my skills to get rid of a personal problem, I pick out a personal problem randomly. And Chris won my personal problem lottery last night and I rewarded him with free snuff sex. He made my radar a few months ago because of his actions towards women. I would call him a predator. He picks out the drunkest girl in a bar and fucks her. Predators always make my list. So, I went Promising Young Woman on him.

Knives Allow Me to Show off My Skills

I shed my Goth looks and dressed up all cute and shit. Trust me. It killed me to dress that way. However, I was on a mission. And like the predictable piece of shit he is, he picked me up and took me home. I acted drunk, but I was sober as fuck. When he tried to take my clothes off, I stabbed him in the gut. Stomach wounds bleed out slowly, but painfully. Harder to restrict blood loss too. He never saw it coming.

I am fast on my feet. And skilled at the art of deception. While he bled out on his bedroom floor, I tortured his cock and balls. Sliced his dick like it was a salami log. My knife enabled me to prolong his torture sex. I made him feel all the pain his victims felt. I shoved part of his cock in his mouth. When the police discover his body, they will know it was a sexually motivated crime.

A bullet would show mercy. And this piece of shit deserved no mercy at all. Knives are my best friends. And they will always be my weapon of choice.